![]() ![]() Feeling isolated and overwhelmed, I was excited to finally read something from a Black author. My hopes for collaboration and friendship with my cohort were dashed in the first few weeks of courses when I learned that the three of them (all cis straight white women from affluent backgrounds) had organized weekly meetups without me. I had associated that word with whiteness and privilege. ![]() in African American Studies, I had only taken one undergraduate course on women and poverty, and I wasn’t even sure if I was a feminist. Unlike my peers, I had not graduated from a prestigious undergraduate institution, I earned my B.A. I was the only Black student in the class and the only Black student in my entering cohort. The class covered a general history of feminism, women’s liberation movements, and academic feminism. Her book was one of many assigned in the Feminist History course, but it was the only book on the list that I enjoyed reading. It was in the first year of my doctoral program in Women’s and Gender Studies. The first book that I read by bell hooks was Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center (1984). This essay is part of our online special issue honoring bell hooks ![]()
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